Trump’s heterocephalus glabers…
Posted October 14, 2016on:
Good morning Widdershins.
Matt Taibbi’s analogy of Goldman Sachs to a vampire squid in 2010 has long been a favorite of mine. It’s brilliantly simple and effective. I’ve thought long and hard about something comparable for the metastasized garbage scow calling itself the Trump campaign.
The habitues of the campaign’s sanctum sanctorum are Steve Bannon, David Bossie, and Kellyanne Conway. Some background is in order. Bannon was the CEO of the one-holed outhouse calling itself Breitbart.com before his peacock mating dance with the Manhattan Meerkat began.
David Bossie has never earned a dollar from a job that didn’t involve Clinton derangement. Before becoming a tangerine nubbin sucker headquartered at Trump Tower, he was actually President of Citizen’s United (it’s a real thing, not just an abhorrent Supreme Court case).
And then there’s Chatty Kelly, the Todd Akin legitimate rape, Ted Cruz loving, Trump enabling, mother fudge-maker married to the man thought to have emailed Drudge about the shape of Bill Clinton’s penis.
These people have spent three decades living in a delusional world of an all-consuming, white-hot, hatred of the Clintons. They loathe Bill, Hillary, and probably Charlotte and Aidan, too. They arise fuming about them and go to bed hoping to dream of their demise.
If you believe the saying, “If you love what you do, you will never work a day in your life,” these people have never turned in a day’s work in their lives. Their lifeblood is one long Clinton delusional psychosis.
So this Trumpian circle is comprised of creatures who live in the darkness of an over-arching abhorrence of the Clintons. They are oblivious to anything but their hatred. They have evolved to be the perfect denizens of the padded rooms of the darkest reaches of the internet where animosity is the coin of the realm.
They are the naked mole rats of politics. Naked mole rats live in a harsh environment, but have evolved to be virtually indestructible. They have long lives. What is remarkable about them is that they have evolved to be extremely insensitive to pain. They are born this way. They live this way. You can pour acid on them and they won’t feel it. They live in eusocial colonies like ants and bees. The queen rat fights for dominance to the death. She and her boy toy servicing rats are the only reproducing rats in the colony.
If this Trumpian triumvirate had a coat of arms, it would feature the crossed teeth of the naked mole rat. They are virtually indestructible and oblivious to the pain they cause. They live to support and sustain the hating colony.
Here’s an observation for what it’s worth. All the talking heads point to the ignominy of what has become the orangeloupe’s campaign. Here’s my bet.
The naked mole rats surrounding the orangeloupe could care less about the campaign. They knew the toxicity of what they were selling from the get-go. Unburdened by actually trying to win, they now have free rein to engage in what they exist to do without feeling or care – spew unfounded bile on a national level against the Clintons. The Republican Party is merely the hobby horse they rode to the party.
They have discovered political naked mole rat heaven.
They have a stooge they can wind-up with a teleprompter to touch all the erogenous zones of the critters of the fever swamp. These naked mole rats have evolved to the point of the perfect, Clinton-hating vermin. They have reached the pinnacle of their evolutionary journey. Who would have thought that journey would end at Trump Tower?
What’s on your mind today?
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